Month: July 2008

Crazy Single Girl Life – Home Sweet Home

It finally happened.   I finally feel like I’ve had just about enough of going out.   I’m in.  I’ve been in.  I’m not going anywhere.  

I’ve been home from my vacation for a couple of days, and I have to say, I haven’t been feeling as antsy since I got back.  I just want to hang out, and I’m enjoying my apartment more now.  I guess I just needed a bit of a break.  

So, I’m sitting here being a bit of a slug.  I kind of feel like I might be coming down with something, too.   

I’m watching trashy TV.  I’m slouching, and I’m tap tapping away at my MacBook.   I’ve been looking at all the stuff I’ve been wanting too.  

This is the life.  This is my life.   It’s not any different than when I’m running around every day.  I’m still the same person, so I guess it makes sense.   It’s just nice to feel like I can breathe again in my own house.  I’m still going to go out when I want, but hopefully I’ll find some balance now.   

And by balance, I mean passing out on the couch with a belly full of risotto.  

Just sayin’.

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Crazy Single Girl Life – Housework Edition

Kind of sucks when there isn’t a dude to blame for the lack of cleaning of the bathroom.  I really did let it get that bad.  This is yet another negative side effect of Crazy Singledom.  I think, however, that I’m getting to the point where I don’t feel like I have to go out every night.  Maybe every other.

Road Trip – Day 3

I’m still quite behind on blogging about my trip.  On Saturday we went to the Pike Place Market.  It’s pretty touristy, but I discovered that it’s a great opportunity for my new photography hobby.  The first shot is of the sound from the parking lodge.

Here’s the tourist shot.

I loved seeing this sign I saw inside the market.

Almost.   Just almost.

So, here are the pictures I took of the produce and fresh seafood for sail at the market.

HOLY HUGE LOBSTER!

 

 

HOLY HUGE SALMON!

OK, here’s just some more random shots of fish and stuff. Click to enlarge.

 

The funniest thing that happened all day was when we went into the jade store.   The little Chinese man who owns and runs the store asked me if I was married, and when I said no, he asked why not.  I didn’t want to go into it with a stranger, but my mom was yelling at him, “she doesn’t want to be married.”   Anyway, the guy told me he’d give me $500 to get married.  I told him he better remember that he said that, and I’d be back to collect.

Any takers?  I’ll split the 500 bucks with you.  60/40 split, though.  I mean, finders fee, and all.

Just sayin’.

Road Trip – Day 2

So, when last we met, I was staying the night at Motel 6.  

I got up the next morning, not too early but not too late, either, and was on the road about 8:30.   

This is what Oregon looks like in the daylight hours.

I doubt you can make it out, but the sign on the left says says “Oakland 1 Mile”.    You go so far, and yet, you barely get anywhere.   Story of my life.

More Oregon.

So, have you guessed where I’ve gone on my little road trip yet?  Here’s a hint:

 

Do you got it?   Well, if you’ve never been here, you might not, but bridges like these are a very common site in Washington state.

Isn’t it pretty?

The hat was still doing what it does.

A little product placement never hurt anyone, right?

It seemed like it took longer than it should, but soon I was passing through the Emerald City.

Not long afterwards, I was ringing the doorbell at my parents’ place, and my dad was pouring me a Guinness.  Several Guinnesses later, here I still am.

More on my goings on later . . .

Road Trip – Day 1

I left town on Thursday afternoon, and started driving.  I ran into a lot of traffic trying to get out of the Bay Area.  Once I was beyond Fairfield, though, it was smooth sailing.  At my first stop, I took out my camera, and I took some snapshots along the way. 

That’s my new hat.  I think it’ll be prominently featured in pretty much all the photos taken of me during this trip.  I’ve decided I look good in hats.  I know, super shallow, but really, it’s about not having to do my hair.

So, this is pretty much what I saw for hours:

And I took this picture to show Me’da that I wasn’t speeding:

Ok, maybe I was speeding, but just a little, uh?

Northern California is still on fire, so this is how the sunset looked.   

 

 

 

Passin’.  

 

Mountain.  It looked bigger in person:

And then it was dark, so I switched my eye gear out.

I decided to stop for the night, and I’ll be damned if the bathroom in the Motel 6 isn’t bigger than my own back home???  WTFH!

 

 

So, by the end of the first day, I had driven halfway to my destination.  My good old Honda Civic got about 38 MPG.  Not bad considering the mountains and traffic.  I mostly listened to my iPod, but I also got to listen to Darby’s mix twice.    There were some great travel tunes on there, including a cover by Me First and the Gimme Gimmes of Sinead O’connor’s “Nothing Compares 2 U” which I used to have, and am so glad to have again.

Get Outta Town

I’m getting ready to leave for a road trip.   Actually, I’m not really actively getting ready.  I’m sort of working from in anticipation of leaving later this afternoon.  I haven’t exactly packed.    I’m kind of a procrastinator.

Right now I’m just sitting here trying to remember how many chargers for how many pieces of electronics I have to take with me.  Living in the digital age has certainly changed the Great American Road Trip in a lot of ways.   Like, I haven’t been up late every night this week trying to make mix CDs or tapes, because almost all the music I own is on my iPod.   Although, Darby did make me a CD, and I can’t wait to hear what’s on that.

I didn’t get around to washing my car like I wanted to before I go.  It’s probably not such a big deal, because it’s just going to get filthy on the way.  I’m driving through Northern California, and last i checked, it was still on fire.   Maybe I’ll just wash it when I get there.

I also need to get all the camping gear out of my trunk.  As you may know, I live in a dinky little studio apartment.  There’s not a lot of extra storage space here, so there’s certain things that kind of live in the trunk of my car.   There’s the sleeping bag and tent, specifically, and a lot of other miscellaneous crap.   It’s a lot better than it used to be, that’s for sure, but if I’m going to fill it with my luggage and my sax, then I have to make some room.

Yes, I’m taking the sax with me.   I can’t afford to go a week without playing.  For now, I go nowhere the sax can’t go.

So, in a few hours, I’m gonna hit the road.    I’m going to try to remember to take my camera and take a lot of pictures, so hopefully I’ll have some good stuff to post when I get back.

Ciao!

Crazy Single Girl Life – Personal Questions Editions

It seems that since I’m single, people (friends, acquaintances, family members, etc.) think that my personal life is fair territory, and I’ve found myself on the receiving end of some very odd questions, statements, advice. Lemme just save us both some time and go over some fine points for you.

  • If I don’t bring it up, you don’t bring it up. If I don’t tell you that I’m seeing someone, going on a date, met somebody, etc., then the topic is off limits. If you have to ask, you’re prying. Period. End of discussion. Don’t get all indignant and pissy with me when I point it out to you, either.
  • If I respond to your prying question with some sort of cagey answer, you should drop it. This is my way of subtly saying that I don’t really have a desire to share. If you don’t pick up on the hint, don’t get all indignant when I go the blunt route and point out that you’re prying.
  • Until such time as I tell you that I’m not single anymore, you can go ahead and assume that I still am. What kind of fucked up question is, “Are you still single?” This will be responded to with either the afore mentioned cagey answer and/or the blunt pointing out of how rude you are and/or sarcasm. Are you still not minding your own damn business?
  • Don’t you dare judge me for behaving like a single person. If, as a result of your prying or because I have actually decided to confide in you on my own, I allude to or flat out state that I may or may not be going on dates with one or more person, don’t get all flushed by the plural. Just ’cause I went out with John on Sunday, and Dick on Tuesday, that does not make me some kind of tramp. And did it ever occur to you that I’m making it all up just to throw you off?
  • What’s up with So-And-So? As far as I’m concerned, the only appropriate answer to this question is: I don’t know. What is up with So-and-So? I’m sure you’ve heard some bit of gossip about me and So-And-So, and I’m also fairly sure that it’s all poppycock. Until you hear it from me directly, you should also assume it’s poppycock. Asking about it is prying. See above.

So, in summation, there’s nothing going on, and even if there is something going on, I’m not talking about it, so you don’t need to know, and at such time that it becomes pertinent for you to know what’s happening with my personal life, I will be sure to fill you in, and until I do that, it’s NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS.

Oh, and the more you pry, the less likely I am to be comfortable sharing with you. Gaining trust takes patience. No patience = no juicy details.

As if I have juicy details.

I totally have juicy details.

Or do I?

Just sayin’.

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